William S. Burroughs's East Texas Idyll: Old Wizard Arch In
William S. Burroughs's East Texas Idyll: Old Wizard Arch in Last Words by Rob Johnson When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail; When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, "Tu-whit, to-who"-- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. —Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost V. ii In March 1997, the final year of his life, William S. Burroughs hopes he can write one more story "before I buy the farm" (Last 104). He's rummaging through the "bits and flotsam" of his past (Last 96), considers writing a "plague" novel, a novel about the "Grays" (bad-intentioned extraterrestrials), and is fascinated with "evil old men," the ranks of whom, at the end of his life, he humbly aspires to join. Time-Life-Fortune and its vast text and image bank keeps recurring in his notes, a metaphor, perhaps, for his own stored life experiences. He recalls a moment from his prolonged and "stormy adolescence" when, in 1948 "or thereabouts" he and Kells Elvins—cotton farmers in the Rio Grande Valley at the time—read a story in Time magazine about a " 'bucktoothed, snarling gunman, who took his pleasure from pistol-whipping bootleggers and cussing out their women folk.' " The story, which Burroughs accurately quotes fifty years after reading it, is actually from the May 2, 1949 issue of Time, and is about a county cop in "Bloody" Harlan County, Kentucky who zealously carries out orders to shut down all the bootleggers; after two years of open warfare, the bootleggers finally shut down the bucktoothed snarler instead, shooting him five times in broad daylight ("Kentucky"), and "nobody had sawed anything, and nobody knowed nothing," as Burroughs puts it (Last 96).
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